Having
one leg shorter than the other
You
search the same circle
Eyes
down
Not
to miss a detail
Some
sign
The
smallest clue
Year
in year out
Cutting
a furrow in the ground
Deeper
The
9th circle
Out
the other side
Float
away
Spiral
out
No
longer tied down
The
pattern you once tread
Now
releasing you.
/fire
It
sits closeted there
In
the darkness behind
The
usual weathered oak door
Blackened
iron hinges still strong
Deadbolt
fixed
And
once red it has turned
Now
a dark purple but no less alive
Kicking
just as hard
A
clenched fist
Bone
sinew muscle
No
time for punctuation
A
straight line
Angry
Furious
and still
Entirely
lost.